Thirteen

Thirteen years ago today Mr. G. and I were married under the chuppah.

We’ve had two apartments, three houses, two children, a handful of hamsters, two cats and a few dogs. We’ve read 4,748 issues of the LA Times together, we’ve shared more than 10,000 meals and at least twice as many kisses. We’ve overcome huge obstacles, and we’ve operated nicely as a team. My husband has supported my every endeavor with kind smile.

I returned from an interesting two day trip to Detroit, exhausted and dirty only to turn on cell phone and find out that my friend Cassie was interviewed by NPR today. I believe (though I’m not quite sure) that they read at least part of my letter to my twenty year old self. Today I would like share with one thought again, “Building something  side by side with a good man is infinitely better than being given everything by a not so good man.”

I have spent thirteen wonderful years with the most generous man a woman could ever hope to find. I imagine another fifty will be a lot of fun.